In a literal sense, there is that considerable collection of tattoos. Up the left side of his neck. Down his entire left arm. Covering his back. Over his right arm. Across his hands.

The ink may be dry, but this masterpiece is far from complete. Further needlework is planned. More on the neck, for instance.

Not that he expects you to care either way.

“I’m one of the people you’ll meet that really don’t care what other people got to say,” says Parsons, who got his first tattoo – on his forearm at 15 years of age – as a tribute to his mom. “You get one life in this world and you want to have fun, live it the way you want to live it. And if you do your job, you can do whatever you want. That’s what I do and tattoos are my thing.”

His employers don’t seem rattled by the multi-coloured gallery nor the steady pace of its...